Veritas RPG: A Post-Hogwarts RPG

Well- I remember enough about RP etiquette to know that it's bad form to post out of character on a main board- however, I'm not sure whether any of the other affiliated boards are still in use, so...
Tonight I booted up this dusty relic of a PC that's been stuffed away in a basement for something like 6 years, hoping to clean it out a bit and pass it on to a younger relative. I came across some really cringeworthy art/writing I had on the hard drive while I was sifting through old files, but I also came across a few Veritas rp threads that I happened to save. I think the last time I was really active on here was somewhere around 2007-8ish, so I kind of doubt anyone on here would remember me. But, on the off chance that someone does, I just wanted to. Maybe? Say hello? Or, thanks? Maybe? Thanks for, I dunno, taking part in this bizarre act of collaborative fanfiction authorship? For creating this alternate universe which, at the time, felt totally immersive?
Anyway, I feel like this is the internet equivalent of bumping into a distant highschool acquaintance at a grocery store, 10 years post-graduation: Trying to make vague small talk with a person who has become unrecognizable, a stranger. But for me, it was pretty nostalgic to pick through those old rp logs, and kind of amazing to see that some of you are still keeping plots going after all these years.
So, um, so, yeah. Later, guys. Hope you're all well. Snivellus, over and outtttt.

Who: Parvati, Draco, Rodolphus, ??
When: Two time Frames (The big breakup and current day)
Where: Malfoy Manor in two ways
Music: I of the Storm by of Monsters and Men

( If I could make amends with all my shadows )

Who: Draco and Parvati
When: One week after Engagement
What: The newly reunited couple find keeping silent about their engagement harder than it looks. Protecting the ego of the wizard Draco edged out doesn't seem so important in the face of such sparking love.

( Well, I came home. )

Not even Draco Malfoy's terror could save the gang from a significant wrench in their three week vacation plans: a villa with no house elves.

For weeks, the four had planned on spending an extended holiday on the small, wizarding island of Sealand, located on an isle invisible to the Muggle world south of Italy.



The villa was expansive, fresh and vibrant, and the grounds were peppered with the quaintest little flowers. Positioned next to the sea, there wasn't a better or more private to stay. Except, upon arrival, they weren't greeted with small cups of local red wine like Draco had expected. No plates of sliced tomatoes with sprinkles of Sealand's famous salt flakes. No endearing four piece band to wish them a lovely stay. Instead, their excited entrance was met with a lone, flower scented gust of wind.

"I guess there's been a mix up?" Dina offered, lifting her sunglasses onto her forehead and squinting at the pastel colored structure. "It is beautiful, Draco. I'm sure we'll sort something out..." she trailed off, glancing to see how her husband and best friend were taking it.

"I have sent seventeen howlers," Draco thought out loud to himself. "And they're still insisting that no house elves can be procured for our stay. All I've managed to get out of them is a free stay, free access to the villa for life, and half a vineyard." Draco looked very stricken indeed. "Do they not know who I am? What my name means?!"

Who: Draco and Iggy (Maybe Parvati)
When: Three months after Malfoy Marriage
What: AU. Iggy's been playing the part of the renegade son, this does not bode well for the Malfoys.



( I wish I hadn't been so clean )

who: Parvati and Draco
when: Post-dated pre marriage
What: Parvati runs into Draco, alone at a pub, for the first time after their break up.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

It had been the most anticipated acquisition of the year, worth a sizeable fortune. Draco's company was set to buy a lucrative diamond mining company in South Africa, popular among the most elite jewelers because of their exquisite selection of colours and thus wildly popular amongst the purebloods. But that wasn't the reason this company was so highly publicized. They were all over the papers because they had succeeded in organizing the wizarding world's first independent ethical certification system for precious stones. Hence, Draco would be increasing his company's own corporate social responsibility whilst tying itself to a fashionable and cutting edge innovator. It was a win win.

And yet, somehow, along the way, Draco managed to--

"--royally fuck everything up. Give me another," he waved his hand to his bartender. Aside from the badgering he would get at a more popular and posh establishment, Draco chose this pub because he had known the bartender for years and could trust him to keep his mouth shut. Not that he was telling the bartender anything that hadn't already been reported, anyways. The most humiliating part about the news was how arrogant Draco had been in his interviews. He had basically declared the deal a shoe in. But last minute, the company had claimed a different direction, with a different company, would better suit their vision.

The aforementioned pub was in a safe neighborhood, with good, satisfying food, but was unfortunately located underneath a suspicious looking hat shop. Draco was thus the only patron in the place, sleeves rolled up, hair greasy, eyes blood shot.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and Parvati had popped out to run some errands for an hour or so. Having wandered around Malfoy Manor aimlessly for about ten minutes, Draco finally decided to relax in the garden with an ice cold beer. Having just had his first sip, a house elf interrupted his train of thought with a tray of chicken salad sandwiches and an announcement.

"Sir, your brother is here to see you. Shall I send him to you?"

Nodding his assent, Draco straightened up slightly and instinctively combed his hand through his hair. It was really only Parvati who ever saw him in a truly relaxed state at this point in his life.

Who: Spencer, Dina, Roger, Serena
Where: Spencer's townhouse
What: BBQ Season has begun!

( Some clever cut tag here )

Who: Michael and Megan
What: Jealous? Never!
When: Today
Where: Random street

( Michael had just finished one of his longest work days. )

WHO: Alicia Spinnet and Fred Weasley
WHEN: August 3, 2006
WHERE: WWW and beyond!
WHAT: Hanging out and general merriment

( Closing time -- you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. )

Who: Michael and Megan
What: Visiting
Where: Jones' Books
When: Afternoon
Rating: TBD

( He's a heartbreaker )

Who: Mandy Brocklehurst, Alicia Spinnet, maybe Fred?
Where: Ali's place
When: June 30th 2006
What: Checking on Ali's violets when the other girl comes home unexpectedly early.

( Here )

Who: Parvati and Draco
Where: St. Mungo's Hospital
When: June 26th 2006
What: To begin our PSL/RP adventures...Welcome back our Parvati and Draco. :D Parvati's hurt and her husband is MIA.

( Oh lover, hold on, till I come back again )

Opening July 14th 2011
An inbetween Plot driven and PSL RPG, welcoming new players who love to write and are looking for a long term place to call home.

( Truth Plots )

It was the night of the highly anticipated opening of Balthazar, the place to see and be seen. Unassuming waiters and waitresses glided through the glittering, mingling crowd, discreetly circulating hors d'oeuvres and flutes of champagne. The gorgeous, intimate interior of the trendy restaurant lounge sprawled open into a stunning patio over facing the North Sea. The sun was setting and the sky was washed in streaks of hot vibrant pink and soft pale lavender. Every witch and wizard was glowing with pleasure - the place was amazing.

Dressed in an inky purple backless dress that Spencer would have loved and hated to see her wear, Bredina Dunstan's clear blue eyes lit up when she saw her friend arrive.

Also without a date.

Or rather, not a date, but rather her rightful date. Both of their significant others were working late at the office. But men be damned, the girls weren't going to pass up this brilliant night.

"Knock on wood, because there's always one out there, but I think it might be safe to say that there's not a single creep here tonight!" she announced proudly, handing Parvati Patil a flute of champagne.

( New Veritas )

( Charrie Rolodex )

Who: Luna Lovegood, YOU? *pokes*
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Afternoon
What: Luna goes for a stroll

Who: George Weasley and Daphne Greengrass
Where: The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade
When: Evening, late enough for George and Daphne to have a nice buzz going, though I suppose that depends on how early they started drinking.
What: George and Daphne get drunk and... acquainted.

George stared blankly down into his pint. He was trying to remember what number it was. He'd had two since he'd been here, this being the third... One at the Leaky Cauldron before that until he'd heard someone that sounded an awful lot like his mother calling for him and he'd had to make a quick exit. Then there was the half a bottle of firewhiskey he'd put back while he'd been been pretending to work all day. How many pints would that make?

Shrugging, he took a nice long drink and glanced around the bar. Well, at least he didn't see anyone he knew here. At least not anyone that looked like his mother.